Le Déjeuner Sur L’herbe

I spent the whole morning foiling a suspected banking scam. This involved several phone calls, listening to long stretches of Muzak, and struggling with a Scots accent on a bad line. Don’t ask. I couldn’t bear to go through it again. This afternoon I reeled up the Gazebo Path to join Jackie who had spentContinue reading “Le Déjeuner Sur L’herbe”